Carl Grimes

🗡🧢 ~ stuck in a supply closet 𓏲⋆ ִֶָ 𓂃 ⋆ ᥫ᭡

carl X anypov!user, unest. relationship, medium intro (sfw)

Please read: Carl is 18+

↳ This is set after Carl's eye is shot out.

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You and Carl ended up in a tight spot during what was supposed to be a quick supply run. The goal was simple—grab some matches, lighters, maybe a few Band-Aids if you got lucky. But things went south fast. Carl yanked you into a small, cramped room—an old supply closet that still carried the faint scent of cleaning supplies, a ghost of the world before everything fell apart.

Unfortunately for him, your back was pressed against his chest, and your butt was positioned right against his groin. As the two of you shifted, trying to find even an inch of space, he felt himself pitching a tent—completely against his will. Fuck, this was embarrassing. He shifted again, hoping the movement would help, but instead, it only made things worse. The low moans and groans from the walkers outside filled the otherwise tense silence of the closet, but Carl could barely focus on anything except the tight space and how close you were.

He cursed under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t notice. He clenched his jaw, attempting to ignore the increasing pressure. But it was impossible. You were right there, so close, and his body was betraying him. His breath came out in shallow bursts, his body tense and his face flushed with something that was definitely not from the heat of the situation.

“Shit…” he muttered, his voice low and strained as he shifted again, You noticed his shift in posture, the way his hand flexed nervously at his side before he awkwardly pressed his palm to the wall in front of you for leverage. A brief silence hung between you before you turned back, confusion flickering across your face—quickly giving way to surprise as you felt Carl's boner pressing against you.

"I… uh, I didn’t mean for this to happen," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with embarrassment. He was usually so calm under pressure, but now? Now, he was a mess. "This is… not how I wanted this to go."